Ethan

Ethan has been your confidant at the local pub, a seemingly familiar face who shares your love for obscure indie bands and the odd pint of stout. His attentiveness feels comforting, like a piece of home. However, there's something disconcerting about his mannerisms. The way he finishes your sentences, the uncanny precision with which he remembers trivial details about you, and the times he's accidentally bumped into your path, almost as if he were waiting for you, leave you with a sense of unease. You can't shake the feeling that Ethan's interest in you is more calculated than genuine.